DEADLETTER Among Us Single Review: Post-Punk Paranoia at Its Best

DEADLETTER Just Dropped ‘Among Us’ — And It’s a Paranoiac Masterpiece

If you’ve been following the UK scene lately, you know it’s getting a bit crowded. Every band has a spoken-word vocal and a jagged guitar riff. But DEADLETTER has always felt like they’re operating on a different frequency, and their new single “Among Us” proves it.

This isn’t just another post-punk song; it’s a nervous breakdown you can actually dance to.

No, It’s Not About the Video Game

First things first: despite the title, Zac Lawrence isn’t singing about space beans and vents. Instead, “Among Us” taps into that very real, very 2026 feeling that we’re all being watched—or worse, that we’re all hiding something from each other.

It’s about the death of privacy and the weird, creeping suspicion we feel toward our neighbors. It’s cynical, sure, but it’s also incredibly honest.

The Vibe: Chaos, But Organized

What makes this track stick is the balance. You’ve got that heavy, driving bass that feels like a heartbeat after too much espresso, and then the saxophone cuts through the middle of it all like a siren.

• The Hook: It’s catchier than their earlier stuff, leaning into a “dark pop” sensibility without losing their edge.

• The Energy: It feels live. You can practically see the sweat dripping off the walls of a basement venue when the chorus hits.

• The Lyrics: Lawrence delivers lines with a sneer that reminds you why this band is headlining bigger and bigger stages every tour.

Why You Should Care

We’re at a point where “post-punk” is becoming a bit of a dirty word because so many bands are doing it poorly. DEADLETTER avoids the clichés by actually having something to say and a unique way to play it. “Among Us” is lean, mean, and doesn’t waste a second of your time.

“It’s the sound of a band that has stopped trying to fit into a scene and started carving out their own space.”

How to Listen

“Among Us” is out on all the usual spots. Crank it up in your headphones while walking through a crowded city—it’s the perfect soundtrack for wondering which person passing you is the “imposter.”